Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Lucius nodded and stroked the silver-carved snake head on the end of the wand.

After hearing the news, his expression softened a lot, and the child's hard work cleared away the gloom that hung in his heart to a certain extent.

Narcissa turned to care about her husband: "My dear, you look very tired. Did something happen to the Ministry of Magic again?"

Scrimgeour didn't know what was going on, but he thought it was a curse cast by several wizarding families on the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic.

He led the Aurors to inspect the major families every day, and they often argued with each other in some large and small meetings.

The Malfoy family never entered the Ministry of Magic, but their family's tradition of infiltrating it began in 1692.

In the same year that the Wizarding Secrecy Act was promulgated and the Ministry of Magic was established, the Malfoys cut off their ties with the Muggle upper class and turned their attention to the wizarding world.

Lucius smoothed his long blond hair and rubbed his forehead.

"It's nothing serious. It's just that some of the items that were moved to other places in order to cope with the search were lost."

"What was lost? Is it important?" Narcissa was a little worried.

Their family has a great business, and although they have been suspected of resting on their laurels for nearly a century, they should not be worried about a few magic items, unless - it is very important!

"No, it's nothing. It's just an item that the Lord...the Dark Lord gave me before. And I still don't know what its use is." After Lucius finished speaking, he shook his head and didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"I'm going to see Draco!"

As he spoke, he stood up, the back end of the civilization stick stood up automatically, the wand was inserted, and crisp footsteps echoed in the empty living room.

The Malfoy family's study is not small, and has the prototype of a small library, but most of the books in it are old. In the past century, they have rarely added books to their home.

In fact, he rarely enters the study room.

If it hadn't been for the house elves to clean it, there would have been a lot of cobwebs and a lot of dust here.

On the candlestick with precise carvings, the flame of the candle is fixed by the magic passport, and the light is amplified without appearing dim.

At this time, Draco had the second-year Hogwarts spells study book in front of him.

The sound of footsteps quickly interrupted his thoughts. He looked up and saw a tall figure walking into the study.

"Father!"

Draco stood up and greeted politely.

Lucius nodded slightly and sat across from Draco: "Speaking of which, I haven't asked you yet, how was your school last year?"

"You've been very busy recently. I heard it's from the Ministry of Magic..."

"No, you don't need to pay too much attention. I will take care of these things." Lucius interrupted him, with a arrogant look on his tired face.

"How was school life last year?" He changed the topic back on track.

"...It's okay, it's a normal life." Draco said.

"How is your relationship with Harry Potter?" Lucius asked: "I heard that he is a bit special in Slytherin. Not long after school started, Snape's office was filled with complaint letters."

"Is there such a thing?" Draco was a little surprised, but he had never known about it.

"Yeah." Lucius nodded.

After receiving the confirmation, Draco quickly suppressed the surprise in his heart. He looked at his father's face and thought of the conflict last year. He still said: "We have a normal relationship."

"General?" Unexpectedly, Lucius's tone suddenly became a little darker.

"I think it is inevitable to have a good relationship with a person who is number one in age. Maybe you don't know yet, but in your college, there are already many senior family members who are beginning to show favor to him.

And you and he are classmates in the same grade, but you only have a normal relationship with him? "

"You're still not sharp enough, Draco." As he spoke, Lucius' expression softened and he sighed: "If you can, establish a good relationship with him. This will help you in the future."

Draco looked panicked and explained carefully: "I... I just wanted to make friends, not... help in the future or anything like that."

"Don't be stupid!" Lucius interrupted.

The entire study fell silent.

Looking at his son, who had failed to get any grades in Hogwarts for one year, he sighed in his heart, and in the end he could only say helplessly: "At the very least, don't antagonize him."

Draco clasped his hands under the table and nodded: "I understand, Father."

Lucius breathed a long sigh of relief, and then his eyes fell on the book in front of him, feeling much better.

Pretty hard.

Originally, he wanted to come and see what Draco was doing, and ask about the Quidditch team as a reward. But after the discussion just now, the air here is obviously a bit cold at this time...

He stood up and said, "Go ahead and do your best. Remember, don't study too late. Take a rest when you need it."

After that, he turned and left.

The study door closed, Draco took a deep breath and held his forehead weakly.

He did have a good relationship with Potter, but he knew that what he wanted and what his father wanted were completely different things.

"Master." A wary and majestic voice suddenly appeared beside him.

"Where did you come from?!" Draco looked at the sudden appearance of Dobby with disgust.

I saw black tea and snacks floating next to Dobby.

"The master asked me to bring this to you." Dobby quickly lowered his head and said. The black tea snacks floated to the table.

"I know." Draco waved his hand angrily.

"Right." Dobby said again.

"The master said, don't study too late, go to the Diagon Alley Quidditch store tomorrow and pick out the latest and best broom for you.

He also said that if you want to join the Quidditch team, he can contact Mr. Snape to sponsor the school team. "

"No need." Draco responded coldly. What his father said just now was no different.

He shook his head: "I don't need any support, I will participate in the team selection myself."

"I will convey it to you." Dobby bowed slightly and backed away, then disappeared.

With a bang, Draco's hands clenched into fists and hit the table, his voice was low, and his face turned red.

"Am I inherently weaker than others?!"

"Do I have to think about following people's influence?! Do I have to think about relying on connections?!"

Draco's eyes were fixed on the opened book.

"No, I should never be like this!"

……

……

The owl flew across the sky and landed on Privet Drive.

Fast forward to August, and the work of removing Nagini's curse is still in progress.

The Blood Curse Orc is, after all, a curse, not a powerful alienated spell. No matter how powerful this snake body looks, from the perspective of Moon and Dumbledore, it can only be called surprisingly weak.

You must be careful and take one step at a time.

She couldn't withstand the knife from the soul level.

It is estimated that it will take next year to completely remove this curse.